B10:35
I still think about my third-grade teacher.
Naaalala ko pa rin ang guro ko noong ikatlong baitang.
She told me I could be a writer.
Sinabi niya na kaya kong maging manunulat.
I did not believe her at first.
Hindi ako naniwala sa kanya noong una.
My grammar was full of holes.
Puno ng butas ang grammar ko.
But she kept pointing out my good ideas.
Pero palagi niyang itinuturo ang magaganda kong ideya.
She made me keep a small notebook.
Pinaiingatan niya ako ng maliit na notebook.
I wrote down stories every night.
Sumulat ako ng mga kuwento tuwing gabi.
That habit stuck with me for years.
Nakaugat sa akin ang ugali na iyon sa loob ng maraming taon.
Now I write for a living.
Ngayon, pagsusulat ang aking hanapbuhay.
Her belief was a small seed.
Ang paniniwala niya ay isang maliit na binhi.
It grew slowly, without me noticing.
Dahan-dahan itong lumaki, nang hindi ko namamalayan.
I hope she knows what she started.
Sana alam niya kung ano ang kanyang nasimulan.
The Teacher Who Saw More in Me
by @jeromesays